''I wonder how far down the road he's got.
He's watching from the woods as like as not.''
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''I wonder how far down the road he's got.
He's watching from the woods as like as not.''
'Yours are no common feet.
The lawyer don't know what it is he's buying:
So many miles you might have walked you won't walk.
You haven't run your forty orchids down.''
The birch begins to crack its outer sheath Of baby green and show the white beneath....
They must have seen ahead what now appears: They would bring empires down about our ears And by the example of our Declaration Make everybody want to be a nation.
Don't discount our powers; We have made a pass At the infinite,
But with one step backward taken I saved myself from going. A world torn loose went by me.
By measure. It was word and note, The wind the wind had meant to be A little through the lips and throat. The aim was song the wind could see.
Nobody was ever meant To remember or invent What he did with every cent.
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. The Hardship of Accounting (l. 3-5). . . The Poetry of Robert Frost.
You can hear the small buzz saws whine, the big saw Caterwaul to the hills around the village As they both bite the wood. It's all our music. One ought as a good villager to like it. No doubt it has a sort of prosperous sound, And it's our life." "Yes, when it's not our death."
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Self-Seeker."
in this air of withering sweetness ...